SKYFALL | star wars
anakin skywalker 💌 x fem! oc
i miss the person
you were before
all the anger hit you,
you were my friend
and soulmate, you
were my husband,
anakin..
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. . .she's in pain. . .
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DESPITE EVERYTHING, it was too much for white-haired mistress.
She was tired of the same sight of an empty cell that she saw every time her eyelids lifted after, surprisingly, a good night's sleep. Even the sight of the Jedi temple didn't make her feel negative emotions, like that prison where sand served as the floor.
How fed up she was with this matter. Even when she wore high leather boots, sand still magically found its way inside, irritating her even more.
Another sigh made the white-haired mistress look around irritably, her fingertips touching the cardboard of her skin and the pendant wrapped around her neck. In a quiet voice, trembling from fatigue and the local conditions, she uttered a short prayer to her saviour, in whom she placed all her hope.
"Holy Genevieve, put me under your protection." Her faith had always been strong, after all, it was what she was raised on, and she shared this faith with subsequent Jedi. "Protect me from hunger and death, from cold and loneliness. And I will spread faith in you until the end of my days."
The sandy prisons were more massive than she thought.
Resting her head on the cold bars, she watched the tips of her shoes from under her eyelashes as dark as night, isolating herself from the real world.
Dying alone was against her nature. DYING itself was contradictory. Lost in her thoughts, deprived of food and a drop of drinking water, she tried to stand on her own when more shackles rustled nearby.
Curious, she raised her head to see another prisoner and get a closer look at his facial features.
The cell across from her opened and a womanly figure was pushed inside. Kamari began to think, secretly asking Saint Genevieve that by some miracle it would turn out to be someone close to her.
The bars slammed shut with a bang, and the ugly-looking guard left the corridor full of cells. Kamari looked across from her mysteriously, trying to figure out who the new prisoner was.
